With my arms wrapped around my folded knees, I look out on the water and watch the waves crash against the shore of a lake whose name has long since been forgotten. To us, Jax and I, it was always Lake Sunrise, named after the extraordinarily beautiful sunrises that appeared over the mountains, filling the sky with their reds and golds and purples. Back then, those sunrises brought us happiness. Now they only fill me with pain and guilt.

Jax...